Not all God's children........................

She opened her mouth, I stood there expecting something-a melody. A tune with harmony and meaning. That didn't come out. She called it music. I called it a bastardisation of notes that caused my auditory nerve to hide. They called in pain unending pain. Feigning a smile, I told the little girl "Honey, Not all God's children.... can sing"

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